My favorite season

The northerly wind whistling through the window gap and wearing it to my ear. This is the signal of winter, this is the parting of autumn. The north wind of my favorite season whistling through the window gap and wearing it to my ear. This is the signal of winter, this is the parting of autumn. In the middle of the window, I saw a small snowflake floating outside the window. How impressive is this! I rushed out of the house and plunged into the arms of the snow. Snowflakes are like fluff, but not so light; snowflakes are like white salt, but there is no faint salty taste; snowflakes are like marshmallows, but they can't be touched... She is a little angel in a white gauze, quietly coming to the world, With a light and graceful dance step, stretch the slender arm and slowly land on the ground. The snow laid a layer of quilts for the earth. People step on it and only listen to the sound of "嘎吱, 嘎吱". On the roadside, only the old cleaners are facing the north wind and sweeping the snow. People dressed in thick down jackets, still shrinking their necks coldly, shivering. The snow on the road is getting thicker and thicker, one step at a time. Snowmen of all sizes can be seen at any time on the roadside. The trees are bare and the leaves have all withered. The snow is accumulating on the trees. It’s really like “a sudden spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms”! The blossoming snow painted a white line on the big tree. When the wind blows, the snow on the tree falls and is covered on the ground. Deep in the woods, there are several plum trees. The plum blossoms are in full bloom, dotted with a small snowflake. Gently shake the branches, showing the beauty of plum blossoms, shy. I went to smell it and smell it, it exudes a burst of scent. A few bunches of graceful plum blossoms are intoxicating. In this cold winter, plum blossoms are "cool and open alone." The tree that I was holding next to me had only bare trunks, and I couldn’t help but sigh: There are very few people who are rich in plum blossoms. At this time, not only the road, the big trees and the houses were covered with white snow, and even myself became a cute little snowman. In the spring, the wicker is graceful, and the flowers are blooming; the summer is densely shaded and the stars are a little bit; the autumn is fruitful and drizzle, I still love the goose feathers, the winter wrapped in silver. Winter is just passing by, just passing by. It went, leaving a good mark of white and good harvest. This is how I smell the aroma of the earth.

My favorite season

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